Mediocrity is contextual.

Do not underestimate objects.

I wish you way more than luck.

I am not what you see and hear.

...morning is the soul's night.

every failure is also a victory.

So yo then man what's your story?

Every love story is a ghost story.

Scenery is here. Wish you were beautiful.

I find in myself a need to get very away.

It's like a fugue of evaded responsibility.

The point of books is to combat loneliness.

The man who knows his limitations, has none.

...loneliness is not a function of solitude.

Here is how to handle being a feral prodigy.

Dostoevski informs everybody; or he ought to.

My chest bumps like a dryer with shoes in it.

Try to learn to let what is unfair teach you.

Stay conscious and alive, day in and day out.

That what appears to be egoism so often isn't.

I know I'm paranoid, but am I paranoid enough?

Fiction's about what it is to be a human being.

Good literature makes your head throb heartlike

If you've never wept and want to, have a child.

Fiction is about what it is to be a human being.

Nothing brings you together like a common enemy.

...logical validity is not a guarantee of truth.

There are secrets within secrets, though--always.

There are very few innocent sentences in writing.

We are not dead but asleep, dreaming of ourselves.

So which is the lie? Hard or soft? Silence or time?

When a solipsist dies ... everything goes with him.

Dieting makes me want to murder everyone around me.

Everything I’ve ever let go of has claw marks on it.

I don't want to hurt myself. I want to stop hurting.

Words and a book and a belief that the world is words.

Entertainment provides relief. Art provokes engagement.

Most of us will still take nihilism over neanderthalism.

Truly decent, innocent people can be taxing to be around.

This is nourishing, redemptive we become less alone inside.

You have decided being scared is caused mostly by thinking.

It takes great personal courage to let yourself appear weak.

This is nourishing, redemptive; we become less alone inside.

life's endless war against the self you cannot live without.

The integrity of my sleep has been forever compromised, sir.

There is such a thing as raw, unalloyed, agendaless kindness.

No single, individual moment is in and of itself unendurable.

Everybody worships. The only choice we get is what to worship.

Do this: hate him for me after I die. I beg you. Dying request.

She wanted only tall smooth bottles whose labels spoke of Proof.

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